"The emperor's decree, Wen Xian'an, the daughter of the Wen family, is dignified and generous, with excellent virtue and ability, and now she is the queen and enters the middle palace!"

"Oh no! The emperor is dead! ”

"Queen Mother, you have to make a decision!"

"Queen Mother, do you really want to listen to the government?"

……

"Mother? Empress! ”

When Wen Xian'an woke up from the dream, he choked on the smoke from the incense burner and coughed several times, frightening the maids and eunuchs who were waiting below.

Several younger ones even began to hang their heads and wipe their tears, which made her quite helpless: Isn't the mourning family still dead?

"Mother, you're awake."

Seeing the light and familiar face, although Wen Xian'an's body hurt badly, he also smiled at ease.

She's going to die, but fortunately, the people around her are still the same people she was when she entered the palace twenty-two years ago.

"Light spirit, you can help me to look at the moon platform."

Qingling's eyes were actually filled with tears, but she followed her and hooked her lips and helped her up from the sickbed: "Hey, okay." The snow stopped today, and the scenery was very good. ”

Wen Xian'an just laughed, losing the strength to speak.

When she was grooming, she glanced at herself and Qingling in the mirror, they were forty-one forty-two, but her sideburns had grown a lot of gray hair.

"Light and spiritual, the mourning family has been the queen for one day, and the queen mother has been the queen mother for twenty-two years, why do you age so fast?"

In fact, she couldn't see clearly, her eyes squinted slightly, and she couldn't see the light and red eyes.

"Niang Niang is not old at any time."

Wen Xian'an smiled.

"Let's go, and then take the mourning family to see the moon watching."

On the moon platform, Wen Xian'an's slender body has long lost the vigor and vigor when she first entered the palace, but the ink-gold robe carries her ruthless means and majesty of being in charge of the government alone, and listening to the government in the bloody wind and rain.

The snow had covered the entire imperial city, and she could see the gate of the Middle Palace from the moon platform, the majestic and magnificent red palace gate, which locked her youth in the palace wall.

She remembered that when she was eighteen, she was raised by her father as a queen since she was a child, and she was finally carried into the middle palace as she wished.

But before he got off the sedan chair, the emperor Gu Hanjing, who had just ascended the throne, was assassinated and died.

Under the watchful eyes of all parties, she supported Gu Hanjing's seven-year-old sibling brother to ascend to the throne, and she assisted behind the curtain as the former queen mother.

Soon after, her father, who advocated leftism in the DPRK, was framed and imprisoned, and the Prime Minister's Mansion fell from then on, and her life became more and more difficult.

Then she rose up, all the way to defeat the rightist representative Song Zongshen, in the case of deceit, for the family's name, but also to consolidate the real power of the little emperor, now the situation is stable, she has not yet enjoyed her old age after all, she is still out of oil.

Looking down at the Dali Jiangshan that she held steadily, Wen Xian'an's eyes were so blurred that only a white patch remained, whether it was old and dizzy, or teary eyes.

"Niangniang, the emperor and the queen ask to meet."

When a tear slipped down the corner of her eye, she leaned up and put on her robe.

She snorted lightly, stared at the premature aging eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "The old lady doesn't want to see that little bastard, if it weren't for his old lady, she would die so quickly?" ”

In the face of such gaffe words, Qingling did not laugh back, laughed and cried: "Niangniang......"

At that time, Wen Xian'an had no strength, and fell to the ground with a pop, and on the white earth, the black color of her body was like a stroke of ink on rice paper.

"Light spirit, don't cry, you live well."

Seeing Qingling crying and pounced on him, Wen Xian'an opened his mouth to say these words, but he couldn't make a sound.

It's a pity that she actually has one sentence that she has held back for twenty-two years: the short-lived Gu Hanjing! Don't let my wife meet you again in my next life, don't be your bullshit queen!

If there is a next life......

"Ahem, ahem!"

It was still the pungent smell in the incense burner that made Wen Xian'an cough and shed tears, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he didn't immediately hand it to her, he subconsciously frowned, and said angrily in a low voice: "Xiaoxin, pour a glass of water for the mourning family!" ”

"Xiaoxin?"

Seeing that there was still no answer, she settled down and opened her eyes, and was in a trance for a while: Where is this? How do you look familiar and unfamiliar? It's definitely not her queen mother's bedroom!

"Miss, you're awake!"

She squinted and watched a seventeen or eighteen-year-old maid trotting in with a basin of water, and when she saw her, the little maid burst into tears with excitement.

Wen Xian'an was shocked: "Which palace are you a maid?" Born exactly like when Qingling was young! ”

The little girl has an apricot eye goose egg face, fresh and delicate, and it is really exactly the same as when she was a child.

Well, write it down, for the sake of this face can also be cultivated in the future.

But after her words were finished, the little maid not only did not cry gratefully, but cried more and more sadly: "It's over, the young lady is awake, and her brain is broken!" I don't even know who I am. ”

Wen Xian'an was even more confused this time, but lowered his head and skimmed his hands on the quilt.

Because of her perennial hard work and precautions, she has aged the fastest with those hands.

But at this moment, the hands in her eyes were delicate and white, and there were still peach-colored cardamom, where could you see the slightest hint of withering?

She took a sharp breath and lifted the brocade quilt on her body.

Although the girl's body has just experienced a serious illness, it is still bumpy, even if she is still on the sickbed, she is wearing a striking carmine jacket.

The layout of the room is the bright color that her daughter's family likes, and the goose yellow warm tent is dyed with light fragrant jasmine, not the mint that she liked in her later years.

The flickering candlelight of the Sheep's Horn Palace stood at the corner of the bed and was not extinguished, baking her appearance in the bronze mirror warmly.

Wen Xian'an's mind was empty, looking at the girl in the mirror, her eyes were as bright as Haoyue, and her lips were as red as spring cherries, and she felt that the blood and qi all over her body were constantly surging.

"Miss, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, I'll call the doctor! ”

"Wait!"

She slowly came back to her senses, and suddenly rushed up and hugged the person in front of her, tears from the corners of her eyes to her lips, sending all the bitterness of twenty-two years into her mouth.

"Light spirit, I'm back, I'm actually back!"

If it weren't for the fear that Qingling would really be crazy, Wen Xian'an would have wanted to look up to the sky and howl three times on the spot.

She's reborn!

And it's sixteen again!

is the age of the prime, let alone being a queen, she hasn't even seen Gu Hanjing's short-lived ghost yet!

"Miss, you can be regarded as back, the doctors said that your smallpox has dispersed, but you just don't wake up, but it scares me to death."

Wen Xian'an knew that Qingling was not the same thing as what she said, but she was so excited that she didn't want to explain it at this moment.

Regardless of the light and dissuasion, he ran to the yard when he was a deep boudoir in three or two steps, breathing the air that was still a little cool after the spring snow, Wen Xian'an swore again: Gu Hanjing, Gu Hanjing, in the last life, my mother owed you, and I will never be a queen in this life!